I [F] went home with 3 older guys and fucked all 3 of them (Part II)

[Warning, there is some dub-con in this part of the story!]

Lars was quick to get a seat next to me on the sofa, plopping down to my right. Almost as quickly, Daryl snugged up on my left side. Jack sat catty-corner on a comfy looking leather seat with deep cushions and giant armrests.

We drank some more and someone started playing some kind of low-fi hip-hop “chill” music on a Bluetooth speaker. I asked them if this was the kind of music they always listened to, and they all laughed. I teased something along the lines of, “you guys are just trying to make me forget how much older you are!”

They’d told me at the club that they were here for a conference, and I’d asked them what kind of conference and what they all did, and they’d all talked about it for quite a while.

“Is it alright if I totally forgot what it is you guys do?”

“In one ear and out the other with girls your age,” Jack said.

“You don’t ever just make conversation and not really pay attention?”

“We’re that boring?” Daryl asked, his hand high on the inside of my left thigh.

We all laughed.

We carried on drinking and flirting, Daryl and Lars with their hands far enough up my thighs, I was sure, to feel the heat radiating through the crotch of my tight jeans. I was starting to have dangerous thoughts and knew if I didn’t leave soon, things might happen I’d one-hundred-percent regret in the morning. I’d said it was getting late and that I should call an Uber. They’d all responded in a way that made **me** feel like the oldest one in the room–daring, taunting, teasing me not to spoil the fun we were all clearly having.

Not long after that, they’d dared me to flash my tits, and I’d teased and hedged for about half an hour, guiltily relishing in the attention as much as the tension, loving every minute of these married men begging me like starving puppies for a treat. If I hadn’t been so boozed up, I wouldn’t have–but I was, in fact, very boozed up. And oh, the way Jack had looked over at me from his comfy chair! He’d remained calm and had given me this knowing, smoldering gaze that made me feel silly and vulnerable.

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I’d followed Jack upstairs so he could show me something about what they all did for a living.

He opened a duffel bag and dug around inside, setting aside various colorful little boxes of various sizes and shapes, each with bright, bold lettering, presumably describing the contents. Finally, he retrieved a more serious looking black box with padded leather sides, opened it, and showed me a shiny pair of handcuffs.

They worked for a security vendor, he’d explained on the way up the stairs.

“Put them on me…tighter…make sure I can’t get out.”

I’d laughed at him and teased, “What, now you’re doing a magic show?”

With his wrists behind his back, he managed to slip out of them.

“Woo, congrats!” I’d said, mildly sarcastic in my tone.

“Want me to teach you how? You never know when it’ll come in handy.”

I laughed and felt a little weird as I let him cuff my hands behind my back.

I giggled and playfully struggled for a few seconds before asking a little bit nervously, “Okay, what’s the trick?”

“Always have a key,” he growled, showing me a tiny twist of metal in his right hand.

He pushed me into the bed, face first, and climbed on top of me from behind. I laughed for only a few more seconds before hearing my voice instinctively take on a much more serious, worrisome tone:

“Whoa, okay, enough playing around!”

He ignored me and reached under my belly, unbuckling my belt and then undoing my fly.

“Whoa, whoa, Jack! I’m not sure about this!” I pleaded.

He yanked my jeans down as I began to struggle, managing to roughly tug them down to the swell of my upper thighs, just beneath my tight rear. As I wriggled and pleaded, my movements now also constricted by the tightness of my jeans, he yanked my white and pink cotton thong down, stretching it over the denim crotch of my inside-out jeans. I felt the draft between my thighs, cool air tickling my exposed pussy and up between my ass cheeks. Goosebumps shot down my back and over my bare bottom.

“Got you now, don’t I?” a blood-starved werewolf rattled in my ear from deep in his belly.

I could hear him unbuckling and unzipping.

“No, no, wait! C’mon, not like this!”

He slapped my bare ass, **hard**, and my ears were immediately pierced with a wounded yelp in response. I could hear a small, terrified prey animal crying out from deep inside, and my body responded to it. I could feel my pussy swelling rapidly, drenching itself, overheating in a way I’d never known before. For a brief second I had a thought about how this was a reflex, a survival response, a primal biological mechanism. Since the dawn of at least my cave-dwelling ancestors, it’s been how the female body protects itself in situations exactly like the one I was in. My body was deciding, on its own, that it would rather humiliate me than endure the injuries of a forceful, dry fuck.

“No! Please, give me a chance!”

“Chance to what?”

His voice had seemingly dropped an octave, it was rattling from inside his broad, muscular chest, against my narrow, sweaty back, as his slippery cock throbbed and pistoned between my tight little ass cheeks, the weight of his body flattening and spreading them.

Before I could form words, I felt him thrust into my drenched pussy. He wasted no time. Within seconds, I was listening to the nasty clapping sound of his hips against my ass as he railed me on my belly, **hard**. My pussy started to make obscene, sloppy sounds and I could smell it. I’d never noticed the smell of my pussy so much, I was sure the aroma was stronger than it had ever been before. I felt my face burning with humiliation.

It took me about 2 minutes to lose myself in a thrashing, howling orgasm–the most violent, passionate, sexually satisfying orgasm of my life. I only tried to fight it for a few seconds out of humiliation, but quickly didn’t care.

“OH FUCK! FUCK! OH GOD, JACK, FUCK!”

As it subsided, I moaned loudly, quivering all over.

He released a minute later with a primal groan. I felt him erupt deep in my pussy before collapsing his sweaty body on top of mine for about a minute. He was totally still in that moment, and then abruptly got up, buttoned, zipped, buckled.

I lay motionless, still in the incredible afterglow as he left the room, the door slamming behind him.

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